Spicy and Forbidden.
A shiver crackled down my spine, despite the anger radiating off him in waves.
"I can explain," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's not what you think."
Desmond scoffed, his hand tightening around my neck, forcing me to meet his gaze. I was hyper aware of his lips brushing mine and his engorged dick pressing into my v-curve. I whined my waist, rubbing myself gently on him, feeling his swollen cap through the flimsy clothes.
His eyes dipped to my lips and back to mine. "Oh really? Then enlighten me, Lenora. How do you even know Sinclair?"